You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 5

The sun rises and the moon sets, the sun swaying on the lawn, and the crystal dewdrops in the stems and leaves of the green grass are illuminated in every detail.

After getting up early, Mellon took a suitcase of cash and took a carriage to the door of a church hospital in the northeast corner of Graham City after washing up.

After waiting for a while, he motioned the driver to call a desolate figure in front of him, whispered a few words to the other party, and then handed the other party a stack of banknotes.

The other party's eyes widened in an instant, and then he thanked Melen in surprise, and then ran back to the hospital without hesitation.

Mellen continued to stalk the street across the street from the hospital.

After a while, he called for a second one.

Then the third, the fourth, the fifth...

It was not until the cash on hand was squandered that he returned to the carriage under the very complicated gaze of the coachman.

At this time, it was already three poles in the sun, the carriage was slowly passing through the crowded city, and Melon in the carriage was taking stock of his previous gains.

Last night, he suspected that he might have "misunderstood" something like fate.

But if you want to experiment with its functions, you need to accumulate a certain amount first.

And where will he meet a large number of people who are about to face life changes?

The first thing that came to his mind was the hospital, and the second was the polluting factory.

In this era of intensifying industrialization, there are not many poor people who are sick without knowing it, and who cannot be cured, so if you want to collect lives, it is right to go to these two places to spend money.

This is the quickest way and the least troublesome.

With the ability to "predict", Mellon no longer takes money seriously. Although there is no lottery in this era, there are still stocks.

One day if you run out of money, you can go to the exchange for a walk and you will be able to recover blood.

"If you can gain fate by changing other people's fate, then I have written so many books, it should affect a lot of people logically... Why is there no reaction on this?"

"The reason for the short time?"

The newly awakened Goldfinger still has many places to explore. In the swaying carriage, Merron pondered for a long time and failed to figure out this issue.

After shaking his head, he looked down, and a "panel" appeared on the page in his hand.

【Fate: 12】

[Person: 0]

[Skills learned: Snake Psychic Deduction (Master), Writing (Proficient), Card Magic…]

12 This number is not too much. Merron found that his golden finger can only see the fate of others in three days, not like he can see it in one month.

"Maybe this three-day limit can be upgraded?"

"By the way, if I break my own destiny, will there be rewards?"

There are many ideas, but when he returned to his study at home, these doubts were all suppressed to the bottom of his heart.

Sitting behind the desk and picking up the quill, Merron was about to try to write under the "Attribute Panel" - this was a way of using fate that he guessed.

"I can live to death without disease and disaster."

He wanted to write this sentence on it, but he didn't know what was going on. He held his hand in the air and couldn't write.

As if there was an invisible force dragging his elbows, he was very resistant to his "rude" request.

Merlen was so happy.

Don't be afraid of having a reaction, just be afraid that nothing will happen. If you have a reaction, you will prove that you are in the right direction.

Just need to lower the requirements...

"Before I turned 30, my life was smooth sailing."

He tried to write this again, but it didn't work.

As a result, the requirements continue to decrease.

It's not enough to dispense with death threats, and it's not enough to tell who will die.

After a long stalemate, Merron finally managed to write a paragraph on the page.

"I'll know how to die right away!"

The number corresponding to the destiny dropped from 12 to 2, but no other situation was seen.

But then an impulse suddenly rose in Mellen's heart, causing him to stand up from his chair, go to the bookshelf on the right, open the glass window, and take out a book from it.

This is obviously a hint.

However, when he saw the name and subtitle of the book clearly, the expression on his face instantly became very exciting.

"The Medical Mystery of the Orientals-A Brief Discussion on Whether There Is a Scientific Basis for Death by Excretion of Yang"

On the green lawn in front of the manor stands a statue of an angel holding a bottle. At this moment, the mouth of the bottle is constantly sprinkled with clear spring water.

Usually at this time, Mrs. Chelsea would lean against the window and watch the rhythm of the fountain in the sunlight, and the swaying rainbow on the swaying water screen would always make her feel happy.

But now, she was silently watching a maid she had raised since she was a child kneeling in front of her, accusing herself angrily.

"Kill my parents with your own hands, and then pretend to adopt me by your side. Do you think you can atone for your sins? Isabella, you are such a ridiculous bitch!"

"Fate will punish you sooner or later, Isabella, even if I didn't succeed just now, you won't end well!"

"And your disgusting daughter! You pretend to be pitiful every day, and in fact even a dog in the manor has a better conscience than her!"

The beautifully decorated hall was still full of liveliness last night, but at this moment it was deserted and there was not even a single fly.

Mrs. Chelsea was sitting on a sofa by the window, and the girl in black and white maid's clothes knelt in front of her, as if being pressed by an invisible force on the white floor tiles, her body leaned back, her hands were folded around her waist , The delicate face with some freckles turned red at the moment, and her eyes were full of anger.

"Enjoy your life now, Isabella, it's running out!"

"My family and I will be waiting for you below!"

"Family..." Chewing the word, thinking of something more than ten years ago, Mrs. Chelsea suddenly laughed.

"That's why you poisoned me in the wine just now?"

"That's enough reason to send you to hell!"

"However, I raised you for seventeen years, and you have never seen your so-called family."

"Like raising a dog?!"

Mrs. Chelsea lowered her eyes upon hearing this, said nothing, waved her hand, and someone next to her stepped forward to **** the maid out of the hall.

"Mother…"

The abuse of the young maid drifted away, and a cautious voice sounded from the fence on the second floor of the hall.

Looking around, a blond girl with a pale face was looking over.

"what happened?"

"A farce."

Mrs. Chelsea said indifferently: "Go back, Alicia, your illness is not healed yet, so it's not suitable to think about these boring trivial matters."

"But who are Mary's parents?"

The girl's tone was a little uneasy. Her voice was completely different from Mrs. Chelsea's hoarseness. It was clear and sweet, but it was weak. It matched her dazzling white skin, like a sickly beautiful swan.

"Two former enemies died after giving birth to Mary."

Mrs. Chelsea replied, seeing what her daughter wanted to ask, she suddenly said, "I saw the boy from Gray Felix's family last night."

This made the girl stunned for a while, and then her face flushed red, "I, I won't be engaged to him!"

She was obviously angry, but because of the weakness in her voice, she didn't have the slightest momentum at all, instead, she unconsciously released a pitiful feeling.

"If you can make your own decisions." Mrs. Chelsea smiled in reply to her daughter's anger.

Hearing this, the girl bit her lower lip, turned around and left without saying anything.

The hall was quiet again, and Mrs. Chelsea, who was sitting on the sofa by the window, smiled and looked at the low table covered with white tablecloth in front of her.

There, a goblet full of fruit wine was quietly placed, and the liquid in the glass was intoxicating blood under the sunlight outside the window.

"scarlet…"

Muttering in a low voice what was hidden in this glass of wine, Mrs. Chelsea's face became unsightly.

The scarlet potion is a very powerful poison in the field of potions. Although she has life-saving means, it is unknown whether she can survive this level of toxicity.

Obviously, it was a deadly assassination.

Not long ago, while watching the scenery outside, she asked for a drink as usual. As a result, because it was sent by Mary, I suddenly remembered the lively thing that happened at the banquet last night.

The daughter's fiance is a wizard, but unknowingly, the magic bag was stolen by two ordinary people.

This kind of thing is in line with the special status of the maid Mary, which makes her think a lot subconsciously.

So she silently cast a toxin-detecting spell on the wine glass.

Originally it was just improvisation, but I didn't expect that the feedback of the spell was very abnormal.

Therefore, this is what happened before.

However…

Is this really just a revenge action launched by the maid who discovered the truth about her parents' death?

"I don't think Mary has the means to get this level of poison. There must be someone else behind it."

After thinking for a while, Mrs. Chelsea called the captain of the manor's guard and said, "I will let out the wind and make a potion of Veritaserum. If that person doesn't want to be exposed, he will definitely kill people. You sent someone to keep an eye on the dungeon. Put eyeliner in the kitchen too."

Captain Brady nodded when he heard the words, and then bowed back.

Mrs. Chelsea then called another man, "Keep an eye on Brady, and if Mary dies, get him under control."

The person who came heard the same nod, and then left silently.

Looking at the gorgeous empty hall, Mrs. Chelsea thought for a while, and finally called the manor housekeeper.

"Send me an invitation to Mr. Merron Gilbert. I'm going to see him alone tonight."

Chapter end